Friday, May 10, 2013

Kristen & Craig...and their bundle of joys on the way. Maternity Photo shoot

Considering I'm just starting out on this photo taking journey, I'm sure I have many firsts ahead of me. Last Saturday was my first Maternity shoot. Kristen is very good friends with my sister in law and we've become friends ourselves through my sister in law. I actually graduated with Craig's sister. When Kristen asked if I would be willing to take her maternity pictures I was so excited I think I said yes before she finished asking me the question.
Kristen and Craig are both volunteer firefighters for our town so a photo next to the firetruck was a must.
We left the fire station and made a quick stop at the couple's home. Their current baby is an adorable pup, named Fenway. After about 10 minutes of him running around us, he calmed down for just a second for us to snap a couple of shots.

Then we went to Cascade park. This couple has great chemistry and Kristen is such a beautiful mommy to be, I could've stayed there all day. She knew the right expressions to make, she knew the perfect moment to look away from the camera, or when to snuggle up to Craig.

This couple is so in love, I just know the love that they have for each other is going to carry on to the love that they will feel for their babies.


Dear Kristen and Craig. Thank you so much for allowing me to capture these moments in your life. The moments in your life that are right now so quiet and peaceful. Soon these quiet and peaceful moments will be filled with babies crying, with lots of diapers, spit up and sleepless nights. These moments will also be filled with first smiles, first giggles, first steps. You will be amazed at the what these two tiny human beings, that you two made, will do that will make your heart melt. Believe me when I say that being a parent is the most rewarding and best thing in the world. Nothing ever compares. And you two get double, all at once, so I can't even imagine the joy that is ahead of you.
The best advice that I can give you is to follow your instincts, don't ever hesitate to ask for help, take lots of pictures and videos and give lots of love.




To see more of Kristen & Craig's Maternity Photos, visit my Flickr page here.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Good-Bye & Good Riddance 2012

I am so ready for this year to be over, don't get me wrong it had it's good moments, but the moments that we will remember the most about this past year are definitely not the good ones.
I'm going to try and use this post as a catch up post, it's probably going to be another long one, so pull up a seat by the fire, grab a cup of coffee and here we go....

Bubba James...
It was a warm summer evening that Darric, his cousin Chris and I drove out to Stetson to get our first pup. Darric's boss at the time had 2 beagles of her own and they had had babies. So we drove out to her campground and picked out the runt of the litter. We drove back to Bangor, all crammed into Darric's Dodge Ram Pick-up truck and our new beagle pup asleep on my lap. It only took us the 20 minute drive to pick out the name Bubba and to fall in love with him.
 We were living with my parents at the time, sleeping double in my twin bed and Bubba slept in a laundry basket next to us. It wasn't long after we got Bubba that we moved into our own home.
Darric brought Bubba to work with him just about every day. He was known as one of the shop dogs and howled at every customer that came in.
Then when Darric got a different job, we learned that Bubba did not like to be left alone. We tried kenneling him down in the basement, but he would go crazy in there and when we would get home it would take forever for him to settle down. We then diagnosed him with separation anxiety and had to start leaving him at Darric's mother's house with her dog.
Bubba was the star of our Christmas cards. He loved going for walks, sticking his head out of the car while going down the road at 50mph, camping in the summer and bouncing through the snow in the winter. He often let his nose take over and would get lost in the woods. He had the typical beagle howl and a whine that would drive me up the wall. He would sleep under a blanket like a person. He laid in the bend of my legs while I slept and against by belly when I was pregnant. There's a stain on my living room floor left there from when he got sick during the first week after Jordan was born. He hated baths, getting his nail's clipped and cats. He loved ham bones, bacon and peanut butter.
On April 25, 2012 Bubba started acting a little different. He wasn't greeting anyone when they came in the door, he wasn't eating, and barely drinking. We had to carry him outside to go pee, and when we did he would just stand there. On April 26, 2012 Bubba James left us. Dr. Mark told us his kidney's were filling up with fluids and we would be putting him through more pain and suffering if we tried to treat it. Darric and I stayed in the room as they made him comfortable and put him to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, and I'm not exactly sure what was worse, watching him slowly drift off or watching Darric say Goodbye to his dog.
I miss my Bubba James every day and still get teary eyed every time I see a beagle dog. I called him a pain in my ass more often than not, but he will forever be in my heart.

Most Improved Student Award 
A short time after Jordan started 1st grade his teacher brought us in and informed us that Jordan seemed to be a little behind in his reading so they wanted to start him in a 'Reading Recovery' program. 3 days a week another teacher would pull him out of his class to work one-on-one with him on his reading. It scared me to think my child was behind in school, so we also worked hard with him at home. Reading each night and pushing him all the time to work on his reading skills.
It paid off, in April he was back on track and picked as one of the most improved students in the state. For a reward he got to go to a Portland Seadogs game, walk out on the field and his name was displayed on the scoreboard for everyone there to see. It was a very proud moment for all of us.




In It To End It
In May I walked 39.3 miles in 2 days, and slept in a tent and showered in a truck. Which also included raising over $2,000 for breast cancer research. This walk changed me in some ways and changed at how I look at life and my family. You can read all about that here.


3 Years Old
We rented a cabin down at Sebasticook Lake Campground again this year. Stayed for the week and had everyone there for an Abby Cadabby birthday celebration. We sat by the fire every night, had some friends over, enjoyed legal fireworks and Jordan is now hooked on fishing.




My Sister-In-Law Gets Married, Gracie Is The Flower Girl, I Am The Photographer
I was so excited when I found out that my sister-in-law was getting married. I was even more excited when she asked if Gracie could be the flower girl. I was really, really, really excited when she asked me to capture all the moments with my camera, and also a little freaked out.
I immediately started reading up online because by all means I am not a photographer. I'll admit I have a special eye to capturing moments, but I repeat, I am not a photographer. I took a photography class and practiced, practiced, practiced.
The night before I barely got any sleep. At 2am I was finishing up making my list of poses. And I was up early taking pictures of the bride getting ready. This part was easy.


Then as the time got closer to go time, things got hectic.
Thanks to my hubby for having patience getting Grace & Jordan ready and a little help from our niece for helping out tons as well.
Although it was a dreary day, the rain held off enough and didn't dampen anybody's spirits.
The bride and groom are both volunteer firefighters and work full time for capital ambulance which is where they actually met. The bride arrived at the fire station via ambulance, it was perfect.
Their handwritten vows spoke of loving each other even in the oddest of places like laying next to each other on a snowbank as they try to keep a patient alive, getting up in the morning to walk and duck hunt with their dogs, watch each others favorite shows even though they'd rather be doing something else and bait each others fish hook, yes I said bait each other's own fish hook.



The reception was held at Roosevelt Campground. It was so humid that by the time I got the bridal party down by the water the bride's hair was a bit frizzy.
The couple are known for having some great parties at their house, the kinds that by the end of the evening everyone and I mean everyone is dancing on the coffee table. So, Darric decided to surprise them by arranging with the DJ to bring the coffee table in. They were so surprised, and that table wasn't empty for the rest of the night.

It was a unique wedding. One that allowed me the perfect opportunity to get my photographic feet wet. I loved capturing moments of a day that I know a lot of people will remember forever. I'm continuing to learn and I've already got other's asking for me to take their pictures. Maybe sometime in my life I can call my self a photographer.

2012 Family Vacation 
We've made it sort of a tradition to take the kids away for their birthday's each year. Usually we head to New Hampshire. This year the tradition continued as well as a little side trip to Boston.



















These Broken Bones 
For Jordan's 7th birthday party he wanted a sleep over and he wanted a party that was Angry Bird's Theme.  I made a life size angry birds game.
We had the slip-n-slide, a water balloon toss and 4 boys stayed over night. They all got along great, they played the Wii, watched movies and were asleep by 11:00. It was another successful birthday party.
The next morning the boys were all outside running around, playing with swords and being boys, and of coarse Gracie was tagging along and keeping up with them as much as she could. I was packing the car with the boys stuff to get ready to bring them all home. I had some leftover balloons from the party and I was bringing them out back for the kids to play with. As I rounded the back of the house I saw Gracie walking towards the front of the house. She was crying, not hard, and I didn't think much of it since she was out numbered and had been bickering with the boys all morning. I yelled to her and as she turned to me, something was not quite right....

Her right arm was dangling...I rushed over to her and her arm was so limp and I knew immediately that it was broken. Imagine now the next actions in slow motion...yet they happened so quickly.
I swept her up, yelled to Darric that we had to go to the hospital NOW!!! I put her in her car seat, as gently as I could. She was crying, but it wasn't a hard cry like I would imagine coming from a child with a broken arm. I ran inside to get the other boys and my purse, ran back outside, literally threw the boys in the car, jumped in the driver's seat and jammed the car into gear. The whole ride to the hospital was quiet, all I could hear was my deep breaths and Grace's whimpering. Every time I looked back at her she was just staring out the window. "Oh my god she's in shock" I said to Darric at one point. He was in the passenger's seat turned around comforting her.
We met Darric's mom at the ER and she took the rest of the boys home, along with Jordan, God love her. Grace seemed calm in Darric's arms. She kept dozing off, but I wouldn't let her because I was worried about a concussion; at this point I had no clue what exactly happened or what other parts of her body could have been hurt.
They took her in for x-rays which was horrible. Her poor little limp arm had to be turned in ways I know was hurting her sooooooo bad. I wanted to trade places with her. I have never broken or even sprained any parts of my body ever and I couldn't imagine what the pain was like, especially for a 3 year old.

After the x-rays came back the doctor came in to say that the on-call pediatric surgeon was on his way. They wanted to start an IV incase he did decide to do surgery. I was in denial that she would actually be having surgery, they'll just put on a cast, that's all. Wrap it up, give her some ibuprofen, let us take her home.
20 minutes later and she was on her way to surgery. The surgeon told us that the x-rays showed that her arm was not only broken, it was also dislocated in 2 places. They were hoping to realign it without having to cut or place medal rods inside her arms. I had to sit down and put my head between my legs as he was explaining this part. I had on my brave mommy face the whole time we were in the room with Grace, but that moment when they wheeled her into the operating room and I had to sit there and watch her reach for me is when I lost it. I was in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.
The surgery didn't even take an hour, but it was the longest hour of my life. Thankfully they didn't have to make any incisions. It took a little while for her to wake up and she didn't freak out like I thought she was going to when she woke up in a cast. I spent the rest of the day in a fog, trying to think of ways I could've prevented this from happening and how I'm going to try to prevent anything from happening like this in the future.
Six weeks later, she had the bright blue, highly signed cast off and was healing well. After things settled down I asked Jordan what exactly happened. Apparently she was climbing up the ladder and one of the boys had swung one of the swords at her leg and it tripped her and fell and landed right on her arm.

My Dad Gets Married, Gracie's The Flower Girl, Jordan's a Groomsmen, I'm a Bridesmaid
6 years ago when my dad started seeing his now wife, I wasn't quite sure what to think of the whole situation. I'd spent my life thinking that my mom and dad would be together forever. When they divorced I just thought that any other woman in my dad's life wouldn't live up to my mom. I was worried that this other woman would think she could replace my mom. Little did I realize that when my Dad found his true love I would actually be gaining another mom, as well as brothers and sisters, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews. I never imagined that having another family could be so awesome. And this other family is something that I could've never imagined. This family has welcomed us into their lives like we were their own. 
That's how I started off my toast to them at their wedding on October 20th. I was totally unprepared for my toast and unlike my now stepbrother I didn't write down a thing and later realized I'd forgotten to say a whole bunch of things.


The wedding was beautiful, the whole weekend was amazing. It is so great to see my dad so happy.


Those that know my dad now knows that he's come a long ways. Denise has opened his eyes to the importance of family and because of her my dad and I have never been this close. Although I had never pictured my dad with another woman other than my mom, I know that he is with who he is suppose to be with.




Richard Francis Hammond
For well over a year Darric's father hasn't been feeling quite right. It was getting to the point that he was taking 2 sometimes 3 day off from work every week. This is a man who never, ever called in sick. He kept going to the doctors, they kept doing the tests, nothing was showing up.
Then on Darric's birthday in May he was diagnosed with cancer on his intestines. The day after my cancer walk he went in for surgery to remove the tumor. The surgery went well, and the doctor's were hopeful with the amount of tumor that they got without having to cut into any vital organs. A short while after the surgery he did radiation.
So, the tumor's been removed. Radiation has been done to shrink and get rid of the rest. Still, days of him staying home from work went on. He still wasn't quite right.
On September 11, 2012 he was admitted into the hospital because of double vision and tingling in his cheek. Doctor's worried about a brain aneurysm, tests were done on him all night. The next day we were told that the cancer was back, in his lungs and on his skull. After a couple days of hearing that the doctor's weren't sure they could do anything, they decided to go to Boston to see if they could help. On the 21st of September he had brain surgery to remove the tumor and were hoping that once he'd rebounded from that, plan was to have strong chemo and radiation to get rid of the other cancer. On the 25th he got to go home.
While in the hospital in Boston I took it upon myself and with the help of our neighbors and other family and friends we were able to put together a benefit spaghetti supper that was held at the end of October. We also had a dessert auction and raffle and we were able to raise over $3,000.
During the month of October Richard was going through another round of radiation. We were having supper there most nights and every night that I walked in that house it's like I was watching him deteriorate more and more. I was very scared and found myself worrying about him and praying for him every second of every day.
On November 15th he was admitted into the ICU because of difficulty breathing. He was put on a ventilator. Tests were done overnight to find out what was going on.
Tests came back to show that he had pneumonia and unfortunately the tumor on his brain was back and growing. So, the radiation that he just had did nothing but make him sicker.
The next couple of days were up and down. Nights started getting rough. On November 20th Darric ended up staying the night with him. Probably one of the hardest nights he's ever had to go through. Richard was being very delusional, speaking about events that happened years ago, like our wedding. They had to strap him to the bed because he kept trying to get out and rip his IV's out.
The next day some decisions had to be made on his quality of life and by the end of the day lots of family and friends had stopped by to visit and most were feared it would be the last time they would speak to him.
We practically lived at the hospital for the next 2 weeks. Richard had days that gave some of us hope, while other days we were saying our goodbye's again.
On December 2nd at 9:00pm Richard took his last breath. He was surrounded by his family and holding the love of his life's hand. It was so painful to watch, yet so beautiful.
Darric's father was one of the strongest men I knew. He worked every day of his life until he got sick. He raised an amazing family that he cared about more than anything in the world. He loved hunting, fishing and being around his friends at camp. Snowmobiling will never be the same with him not taking up the rear.
His spot on the couch sits empty these days with his memories all around.

I may say that I'm happy to see the past year go, but honestly I know the year ahead has a lot of hard days to come as well. Every holiday we'll be thinking of Richard. Every time one of the kids do something special, we'll wish he was here to share it with us. He always laughed at my jokes and he gave my kids the best love a papa could give. Rest in peace Richard...

Monday, September 03, 2012

You guys...I walked 39 Miles in 2 Days

I know it's taken me awhile to write about this, but whatever, it needed time to completely absorb into my system, and I needed time to recover...but here goes!

8 Months of fundraising, with 4 month of training and my Avon Walk For Breast Cancer Walk Weekend finally arrived. AHHHHHMAZING would be an understatement to how the weekend of May 19th and 20th was.
Friday morning arrived, I picked up Arinn and Bobbie-Jo in Orrington and we scooted onward to Belfast to pick up our fearless leader, Mandie. 
There was not one bit of silence the whole ride to Portland where we would jump on a train for Bean-Town. Mandie was, as she always was, trying to prepare the rest of us for the weekend. Telling us how apart the rest areas were, what the different colored shirts that the different crew people were wearing meant, and explaining that showering in a truck really isn't that bad. The music was blaring as we sang this song, we laughed at Arinn's jokes and saw Bobbie's twin at Amato's. Then I friggen forgot my phone in my car and literally sprinted all the way back to the parking area to get it before I missed the train. 
We weren't on the train 5 minutes and already somebody had moved their seat as they knew we were going to be loud the entire time. We sat back, ate our lunch, played name that tune on Arinn's phone or excuse me got our asses beat by Mandie playing name that tune on Arinn's phone and we were pumped and ready for our walk...
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My team and I arrived in Boston around 3:30, we lugged our luggage onto the subway, down a block to our event eve slumber at The Park Plaza Hotel where we had a scream fest...
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After we got settled in, we headed over to 'Event Eve' where we met other walkers and the crew. They had vendors from Reebox and other local vendors selling Avon walk/Breast Cancer awareness goodies. I got my 'Powerful Fundraiser' hat for raising more than $2,300.00!!! Oh yeah baby!!! Then we met up with someone that Mandie had met online and invited her to dinner with us...Robin. Robin had come all the way from Michigan, she had done a couple of the walks before, she shared her stories with us and I could tell from my first instinct that we were all going to be friends for a long time.
As recommended, we ate at Dolce Vita, and oh my, my, my. I got the seafood alfredo, plus we had lots of bread and even a glass of white wine. Yummy!!! Yummy!
With our full bellies, we started heading back to our hotel, but then decided it might be fun to take a Pedi-Cab ride through the city. With Mandie and I in one, Arinn and Bobbie in another and Robin riding solo, we let Boston know the Holy Walkamoles had arrived.
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Yeah, I know, we're crazy! But you love us, you know it!

We must have been on those pedi cabs for at least an hour, John's poor, poor tush. Mandie was then bound and determined to try the melting pot, I was tired, but you only live once and how often am I in Boston? So, we went and sat and waited at the Melting Pot....but that's all we did. No fondue and practically no service. We were very disappointed and left angry and I hope they knew it.

I was the lucky one who had to share a bed with my wonderful, very, very, VEEEERY light sleeper cousin, Mandie. She kicked me when she thought I was snoring, but I hadn't even fallen asleep yet. Then we walked down to the front desk to get some ear plugs for her, but no such luck. She finally did drift off and then for what seemed like a few minutes later the alarm went off.
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45 minutes later and we were on the shuttle bus to The UMass campus. As we rounded the corner and I could see the sun rising over the harbor and then the view I had seen in tons of the pictures of the famous Avon Walk Pink Columns, the stage, the thousands of people...thousands of people. All there for the same reason. This is when I started tearing up. I couldn't believe it was actually here. I was about to take part in walking 39.3 miles. This is what I had been training for. This is what I had been fundraising for. This is what I had been breathing for day and night for the last 7 months...and I was there with thousands of others to fight for the same cause.
So, we signed the pink columns...

Met up with our Maine friend, Tessa.
Filled our water bottles, got some snacks and awaited the opening ceremonies.
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Which consisted of warm up stretches, we heard from cancer survivors, family members of non-survivors and those who were currently going through treatments. The most inspirational was a women who had mastastersized breast cancer and doctors told her she would live only a short time, but she proved them wrong and lived many years longer and was still going strong.
Then we held up our hands and held onto the person's next to us so that everyone was joined....
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Then they opened up the gates and we were off. I was crying with just overwhelming emotions. I had so many people that I was thinking about at that moment, my mom, my sister-in-law, my father's girlfriend's sister, my cousin's grandmother, and then the people I had just heard from. And I was also looking around at others and realizing the people that they had in their life that they were probably thinking of and walking for...

They day was beautiful, the sun was shinning, there was an early morning crisp to the air, and we were right along the water looking over at the city. 





And then before I knew it we had walked 1 mile. I had so much energy I probably could've ran that first mile if they would've let me.
At this point everyone's pretty much together. I'd talk to one person, then they would stop to tie their shoe and the next thing I knew I'd be talking to a different person. The sweep vans are constantly driving by with their decorated vehicles, all with different themes, beeping their horns, yelling out cheers to you. Supporters are lined up at different points with signs to give you boosts. And then there are volunteer bikers who are at every crosswalk making sure the walkers are safe as they cross. Most are dressed up in some way, some have music blaring from their motorcycles and they are just so awesome. "How you doing? You drinking enough? Do you need anything? Thank you for doing this." They would say as you approached them. Did I mention how awesome they were?
And then oh look at that we're already at mile 2...
This is when I started getting warm and stripped off the jacket, as I noticed others doing as well. 
Mile 3 was the first rest stop. I was bound and determined to not finish last so we quickly filled our water bottles and kept on keeping on.  We all were feeling great. 

At the beginning of the race you can fill out a bib for who you are walking for, I enjoyed reading others and it gave us reason to approach them and hear their story. Another conversation starter was "where ya from?" I thought it was odd that most people mentioned that they thought we came from pretty far away, it's only 4 hours, it's not like we drove up this morning. And also a lot of people mentioned that they had summer homes in Maine, summer birds....

At about Mile 5 we were entering the big city. Everytime we rounded the corner I could see tons of people up ahead, which made me feel like we were close to the end of the line, but then I turned around. 
Mile 6 hosted another rest stop, where Mandie had to pee and the lines were crazy. I did some stretching and found some snacks, peanut butter on a bagel was just what I wanted. And these things...
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a graham cracker, and not with just a layer of peanut butter and jelly, it was like the perfect amount of peanut butter and jelly. My mouth is watering now just thinking of these things. I had started feeling tired at this point, but some snacks in my belly and some stretching for my muscles and boom, let's rock on!

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 We were entering the Boston Commons at Mile 8. Nice shaded area with lots of statues and some bums posing as statues. Luckily we had fun posing with the not so scary statues.



 Lunch was served around Mile 11, which we ate right after Arinn got her blisters wrapped.
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Keeping with the wrap theme, we had turkey wraps, carrots with hummus and sweet potato chips for lunch.
 After lunch we really all could've used a nap, but we kept on going. Every year the route changes a little and Mandie had warned us about a rather large hill when we were going through the city, which we had already been up. Mandie and Arinn had lagged behind after stopping at Dunkin and Bobbie and I were trucking along when we realized we were climbing quite a hill....that never stopped. Luckily more distractions from the local neighbors slightly helped us to the peak.
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Besides the crazy ladies who called themselves the 'Support Squad' that were sporting their home-made bras and the gigantic bra that made me laugh out loud as I crested that hill (no pun intended), there were also kids selling lemonade, lots of people had written messages to us in the roadway with chalk and quite a few had the artistic touch. Then there it was, mile 13 and I knew the first day was half way over.
A short ways down the road from mile marker 13 was the Half Marathon Finish Line. This is where I just had to take my sneakers off and oh it felt so good. Bobbie and I waited for Mandie and Arinn and they had made a new friend, Michelle, who was a riot and fit right it. We peed, filled up our water bottles and we left singing Bon Jovi's famous half way there song.
Lots of the cities we were walking through I had never heard of like Brookline, Readville, Roxbury, and who knew there was a Dedham in Massachusetts. And it was sort of amusing how we'd go from sort of a sketchy area to wow, these house are really nice.



Bobby and I were separated from Mandie and Arinn...again...but no worries they made some great friends...
At about mile 19, it was quite warm out and we were dragging butt. This rest area had a Hawaii theme and we may have gotten laid a couple of times.
Like I had said before you meet so many different people and hear so many amazing stories. These two girls pictured below will definitely be two that I will never forget...
I started talking to them because the girl on the left had a pink ribbon tattoo on the back of her calf and I complimented her on it, it was a really nice one. I showed her mine and we got talking about why we were walking. I shared my story and then the two shared the story of how last year they were walking for their friend who was in the hospital, going through chemotherapy and an hour after they had finished the race...their friend passed away.

They pledged at that moment that they would do the walk every single year no matter what, in honor of their friend.

Like I said, I will never forget those two ladies.
Later on I had met 2 other friends who were walking together. They were laughing and I caught on to what they were joking around about and joined in with them. The older of the two said she was walking because a couple years ago she had a brain tumor and it scared her so bad that she wanted to make the most out of her life and help others any way she could. The Avon Walk for Breast Cancer was just one of the charities that she supported. Her friend, who must of been no older than 37 had just finished going through chemotherapy, she had an amazing attitude and beautiful smile.

Mile 20 you could say was a bit of a low point for me. Didn't take many pictures, kept to myself and just took in all I had seen and heard throughout the day. Plus I could feel a blister forming on my left pinky toe and it was starting to really hurt.



Notice how in the pictures now we're not smiling as much as we were in the beginning. Arinn was also at a low and later we unfortunately find out that her feet didn't make mile 22, 23 or the rest of the first day.

Right around the corner from this mile marker was the final rest stop for the day. Probably as this picture was taken was when poor Arinn found Bobbie and I and broke the news that she had to take a sweep van. She started crying as she was in quite a bit of pain and a little disappointed in herself. We comforted her and told her she should be proud of herself, that she did a lot more than most. And it didn't matter if she didn't walk the rest, at least we raised some kick ass money to help lots of people fighting breast cancer.
Besides lunch this was our longest break time as I was on the blister operating table getting my blister popped and wrapped and feeling slight wooosey too. I had to lay down for a bit, but I grabbed a banana and another peanut butter graham cracker snack and felt like I could push my way to the finish.
 Bobbie and I joined back up with Mandie and all her new found friends and we made sure to stay with her as we were nearing the finish.
Even though she kept making me take pictures at Every. Single. Milemarker!!!
It was worth it though Mandie...
That final mile though...oh my gosh, the road was a straight shot and I kept thinking I saw the end nearing, but it was just a mirage. We were singing, well kind of. Making up songs, I had to poop and the beeping of the cars driving past was getting real old.
Then we rounded the corner...
Mandie: "See those cars up past the yellow building, that's it, that's the finish."

Few minutes later
Sam: "Yeah, but the cars go on forever!!!"
Mandie: "It's right there, see the driveway by those trees."
Sam: "I'm not gonna make it, I think I may die right here..."
Mandie: "Oh my god, Sam look."

I was looking and I could see what she was seeing. There was my Jordan, waiting for me. He saw me and started running towards me. Then it was like someone had lifted me up and I ran to him.
Darric, my cousin Jessica and her friend and my mom, grandmother and brother were also there awaiting me. It felt so good to see them and hug and kiss them.

We reunited with Arinn, grabbed our new friends and grabbed this memory before making the final stretch.

"Come on girls, point 2 and we are there"
We were second to last, but at this point I so didn't care and was just so happy to be done with the first day. Remember the motorcycle crew? Yeah, they were there at the end, welcoming us, cheering us on, thanking us, and making us feel like a million bucks, crumpled up million bucks, but hey money is money...

We did it. We walked 26.2 miles. We still had a long night ahead of us and another day of walking, but we felt that the hard part was over.
Well, we then had to walk to get our tents, set them up (luckily some tent angels did it for us), walk to get our dinner (spaghetti), walk to the showers in a truck, which Mandie was right they were great. Warm, enough room, great pressure, clean. I felt good; tired and sore, but good. 
As we were walking around I kept laughing, it seriously reminded me of the Michael Jackson video Thriller. Everyone was walking very slowly and limping, half slumped over. It was funny.


Then it was time for bed...
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Day 2
5:30am - BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!! I wanted to die! I couldn't believe that I had to walk another 13 miles after sleeping in a cold tent, on the cold, hard ground. I didn't dare to move, but was surprised when I did stand up, that I could walk. And I actually didn't feel too bad. 

After a good hearty breakfast, we packed up and was ready to get going.

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There was a little cheer and then they opened the gates for us and we were good to go, except Mandie and Arinn were nowhere to be found....again. Those girls, they're lucky we love them. They were filling up their water bottles and saying goodbye to the new friends who were unfortunately gave up after the first day. Guess they still felt pretty crappy. 
The first mile again went by pretty quick, but.....sadly Arinn's blisters weren't having it and she decided to sit it out and stayed behind. We hated leaving her again, but Michelle was with her and they were good support for each other. Stay tuned though, Arinn and Michelle just may have jumped back in the walk with us.....

From Mile 2 to probably mile 4 we were walking along the side of  a busy stretch of road. Some places made me a tad nervous. It was a beautiful neighborhood and I was quite distracted by the flowers. Why didn't I take any picture s of the flowers....
Then the rest stop right before mile 4 we decided to stop at, but by golly it was a good quarter of a mile the other way. So we actually walked more than 39.3 miles I tell ya what....

Look at that Bobbie is actually smiling. I teased Bobbie a lot through the whole fundraising process and I think even one of the motorcycle guys mentioned how she wasn't smiling. We said he was hitting on her, and we even saw him a second time and knew it was him because he was the only one wearing a whoopee cushion costume.

See the girl in the above picture leaning up against the fence? Mandie and I had met her the night before when we were trying to find a place to plug in my phone. She was really nice, but we felt bad for her because her team decided to give up on the race and left her to walk all alone. So, we welcomed her to walk with us.
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Geesh, I wonder if I'm going to make it.


I'm talking to my mother in law in this picture, checking on my little girl. It was nice to hear Gracie's sweet voice and it gave me a boost of energy as seen in at the next mile marker.



Of coarse I had to strike up a conversation with the cow man. He was awesome. I wish I could've hung out with him all day. He walked for a little while with us, I told him how I loved cows and that most of my house was decorated in cows. Then he started a challenge..."How many 'cow' pot holders do you have?" "Ummm, over a dozen." "OK, me too." "Cow wallpaper?" "Yup!" "Cow sheets?" "Yup!" "How many cow plate sets?" "One!" "I have two." "Cow toothbrush?" "ohhh, nope." "Cow underwear?" "noooooo" "Huh, I win!" 
I agreed, he was in a full cow costume after all. He asked if I was drinking enough and then he disappeared.

We then entered a nice bike trail. Too bad we weren't on bikes. It was a straight along path, but hard top and the sun was beating down on us. Every so often we'd come to an train overpass and it felt so good to be in the shade, but we had to keep moving.


That last mile just about did me in, but just up ahead was lunch and someone was there waiting to greet Mandie.....

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Again, it was nice to see familiar faces and to have support from home. We had some lunch, peed and filled the water bottles and let's go.


Mile 9 to mile 10 was in a field that looped around and we could've cheated and taken a short cut...but we didn't of coarse.
And I'm glad we didn't either because we wouldn't have met these ladies from New York


There were a couple more in their group too, but I didn't get them. They had done all of the walks at one point or another, not in one year though. The woman on the right was the same year survivor as my mom so I hugged her. They had speakers going with some music which was fun and motivating, and I loved their accents. 
We talked about the different cities and we asked which one was their favorite (Chicago) and which was their least favorite (Charlotte). They did like Boston though and said it was known for having the nicest people.


It was nice to be back along the water because it meant that we were getting closer. There were some fisherman fishing that we taunted as we walked by.

 

Mandie's friend Jess met up with us at Mile 11, another boost of support from home. Thank you Jess.


Well, well, well. Look who we found at mile 12. Arinn and Michelle jumped back in after lunch and were back in it to end it. They had a good rest, met some fun people and found their strength to carry on.

This is Karl or Pink Mohawk Guy. He was dancing in the street for us, gave us high fives, hugs and helped us get through this last mile.
The last mile was on a busy stretch of highway. Horns were constantly going, we could see walkers that had finished already leaving the city. We could see where we had started which is also where we would end.
I put in my ear buds one last time and cued it to eye of the tiger and danced the rest of the way. Then I didn't even realize it, but there it was..mile marker 13!!!!!!!!!!!


My heart was pounding with overwhelming achievement. I could now say that I walked 39 miles.
Come on ladies...point three to go.
Then Mandie's family found us and her girls joined in...

Then we rounded the corner where there was a crowd of people, including my people...

 Darric's sister, Lisa and her daughter Kiersten had flown in to see his Dad, who was having surgery the next day and it was cheaper for them to fly into Boston It just so happened that we were in Boston that weekend and it just so happens that Lisa is a 9 year breast cancer survivor so it meant the world to me to have her there at the finish line.

We had to wait a good half hour or more to get through the actual finish line, I had stripped off my sneakers, gave Darric my bag to hold and I almost laid on the ground right there, but I probably wouldn't have gotten up.

Then we made it...officially!
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We stayed for an emotional closing ceremony where we took time out to recognize the crew, the motorcycle brigade and especially the survivors.
 Then once again we held on to each others hands so we were all formed as one and chanted we are 'In It To End It!' one last time.


I met so many inspirational people, heard tons of their stories, learned some things about myself and was part of a huge community of people who were all there for the same reason. And I can't wait for the day I can tell others how I was part of the cure.
Thank you to everyone who supported me throughout my fundraising, my training walks and the walk itself. Without you all I would not have been able to do this. I hope you're ready to do it again, because I am and I've already signed up."




Some of the pictures I took from Avon Walk's Flickr Page. I apologize if I didn't courtesy you.

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